Twitter Is Too Much Pressure
OK, Internet. I get it. It’s not enough for me to talk to you in one way or another every single day, but now I have to be clever? It’s enough to send that creeping chill of terror through the old bowels, Internet. I’m having identity issues, over here.
I’ve bought a house, so I could fall into the home-improvement blog sphere. I’m also trying to freelance write, so I could fall into the desperate-writer blog sphere as well. I am also a student, so I could fall into the I’m-old-but-all-about-school-let-me-tell-you-about-it blog sphere.
What I’m not? A comedy writer. I’m hardly ever funny, and when people do the most laughing at me is usually when I’m deadly serious. I’m also not a blogger-for-profit, ever since the unfortunate AdSense debacle (which I’ve ALMOST given up on), so I’m really doing this for my own sanity and amusement.
So I will just keep on doing what I’m doing, being completely unfocused and un-nichey. Don’t judge me, Internet, or I won’t play WordTwist with you or let you win at Chess anymore.
At times, you an awesome comedy writer. You are hilarious in the most deadpan and "can anything else go wrong" sort of way. Which is probably shitty for you, but awesome for the people who read you. Because you know what's funny? Somebody else's problems.
Great post and awesome blog! I found you from GypMom's site. I'm incubating a post now entited "Twitter: Kiss My Ass." About 8 months into it, I'm still not drinking the Kool-Aid. Good luck with the freelance writing. Let me know if I can help you at all–even if you need to bounce off some ideas. I've been a freelance/technical/creative writer for a long, long time…
Vegas Linda Lou, thank you for the comment! Your blog is great. I'm into the Twitter Kool-Aid, but think it might be a phase. For me, I mean. It's very high-maintenance.